However cringe-worthy all of this is, at some point we have to make our peace with it. Black Friday and the whole stinking mess that is Christmas is, after all, the logical end of a uniquely modern way of thinking.
‘I, Daniel Blake’ Left me Bawling
Loach has rammed a wedge into the great divide of the cinema-going public; with the right writing the film off as an exaggeration, and the left gushing like loved-up teenagers.
“The Beasht” – Ireland in a Campervan
To many the ideal getaway is a sun soaked beach on the Costas, to others it’s a wild four nights in Vegas, but then there are the rare few who’d rather A-Team up an old rust bucket and become famous. We found those very people. More power to them.
Absolute Scenes from the Scottish Street Party
Owing to the rigorous streamlining of everything up here by our masters in Westminster, few of us Jocks have ever seen a 90 year old woman. So naturally we were eager to get the party going.
It Turns Out the Gardaí have a Sense of Humour
You can’t beat that sort of carry on with a stick. Now I’m not sure if this newfound sense of humour makes up for all the times they have beaten me with a stick, but it does show that there is something happening between their ears.
Why did the Comb-Over ever go out of Fashion?
Looking in the mirror no longer shows me an image of how I think I look. Now it asks me questions about the future and reminds me that I am no longer the fairest in the land. My young maths students crack the odd joke about me developing bald spot and I find myself envying their youth and stupidity.
Removing Doors and Finding Lead in the Food
So the cooking of the proverbial goose has been brought forward a few days. Just to add to the risk of breaking teeth on lead shot from the meat a doorway had to be removed so as to get a table (that had to be dismantled and re-assembled) from one room to another.
Day Off in the Drizzly South West of Scotland
Why, for example, would a people so utterly besotted with sugar and fatty foods – as many Scots have been (myself included) – reckon that only millionaires would slap a layer of caramel and chocolate atop their shortbread?
Random Public Journal 